It's over at last.
Did the tournament seem interminable this year, or is it just that my picks faded into obscurity, so it only seemed to go on forever? Even though Wisconsin and Michigan State got schooled and shown the door, and even though the anticipated showdown between the white knights Tyler Tarheel Hansborough and Kevin Bruin Love didn't happen, the final game was a gem.
The play's the thing.
Forget the ostentatious homage to tradition, the UNC/UCLA royalty, the self-serving TV spectacle, the pompous circumstance and grotesque display of the media event as historic moment in the annals of self-promotion, the know-it-all commentators, the egotistical coaches, the increasing resemblance of the whole event to the World Wrestling Federation. That's a lot of forget. What's left?
The game, as played by the players, with a ball, on the court. Big guys, little guys, young guys, older guys, fast guys, faster guys, running up and down the court, jumping through the roof, tossing the ball around, putting it in the hoop.
Even though Kansas and Memphis were not two teams I had paid much attention to during the season, they are probably the best in the country and deserved to be there at the end. Their head-to-head confrontation was a demonstration of high-level roundball, and it was fun to watch. Defense in particular was so intense that nobody got away with any lapses.
The announcing, well, the less said the better.
Oh, by the way, this is about basketball.
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